No More Than An Amuse?

Writing has always become a solace. A salvatory valve for unspoken things. I am shivering and trembling. Sometimes, trivial act which deemed subtle is like a blade through the rib. I wonder… Is this the end? It hurts to be shunned; least to say purposely being shunned. I have always been an honest person towards myself and my life. I cannot deny myself from saying what I feel. It hurts. But then again, it’s the process I have gone through…. I guess it was just a one-moment-spark. Does not leave any imprints. I am no more than just an amuse? It hurts. Thank You.

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same goes to me yen…most of the time i would alwiz be there when ever my so-called pal or buddies need me. but in return the ignore me at the time i need then the most. juz let them be. they would never understand.

well… i’ve probably grew accustom to being lonely here in KL. nobody really around as opposed to those days when we were in campus… i hide, i keep quiet and sometimes i didn’t choose to be on my own but end up becoming someone’s or a group’s outcast… but hey, life is a stage, we have our roles to play. if you’re an amuse, so are the rest of the world as i’ve mentioned earlier, the world is a stage.. don’t take it seriously, at times we have to joke about ourselves… and laugh at ourselves…